Thursday, December 31, 2009
Mr. Ozturk and I worked on our family and relationships with leaps and bounds. What didn't change is that we still don't agree on which one of us is working harder: him or me?
I want to go down a list of resolutions I'd noted at the beginning of this year:
*Get back into a size 8-10 semi check, because I got into a 10 and then lapsed back into 12
*Blog for Iza for frequently check
*Maintain a daily photo blog check
*Donate hair again check
*Celebrate Iza's birthday in a park check
*Celebrate EID better with family and friends check
*Have at least a few dates with Mr. Ozturk alone check
*Knit woolen pants for Iza
*Make more leg warmers check
*Save money to buy a sewing machine semi-check, saved money but didn't buy machine yet
For the year 2010, there are more things to accomplish, more challanges to attempt and many more hardships to come. Our only prayer is to live this year as best as we can as Muslims, as a family and as friends.
I don't like sharing new year resolutions at the beginning of the year. I have a hard enough time coming up to my own expectations, I cannot deal with knowing that my friends are also expecting to accomplish everything I previously aimed for. Or see where I have failed.
However we live, I hope we remember to have fun while we do it. Ameen
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
It could be that people don't sanitize their kids' sippy cups and just buy new ones as soon as the old ones start getting....say....three weeks old? How am I supposed to know that boiling these will deshape them?
Oh, now that I think about it, these cups being insulated should have given me a warning, right?
Aw, man, maybe today's consumer IS dumb enough to require warnings like "may get stuck in your teeth."
I've always read about product warnings that sound like they were written for Martians and have always chuckled to myself at the warning on airline peanut bags that read "Warning: MAY contain peanuts." It's a freaking bag of peanuts!
Then there is the stroller warning "Remove child before folding." What freak of nature tried to do it otherwise that they had to put that warning there?
Last night I discovered one more:
On a box of individually wrapped Mrs. Field's cookies "Important: Remove cookies from wrapper before microwaving." Is today's consumer this dumb that they have to include this warning to cover their butts, just in case some dimwit microwaves it with the plastic wrapper and then sues the company for selling a bad-tasting product?
Monday, December 28, 2009
Please let the creators at Nine West, Guess and Franco Sarto know that I want this shoe in black with a low-mid heel. I mean, how hard can it be, right? Haha.
Also inform them if they always pair great design with high-heels and mediocre-work-boots looking designs on the mid-heel, they're ignoring a great niche in the market of women who want to wear great looking shoes and not topple over from the excessive artificial height.
Friday, December 25, 2009
I'm at a beautiful place. A little hotel in New Jersey full of my friends! We are praying together, eating together, there is a sorta-daycare for Monster where she plays happily while I pray/attend lectures/hang out with friends/eat.
I was counting on my Sony's Bluetooth to post pictures from today, but just discovered that the bluetooth device essentially erased itself once we upgraded to Windows 7. So I can't really blame the upgrade because I actually like Windows 7. VISTA was like a bad nightmare we're still trying to shake from our minds.
So I suppose there will be no more pictures until I get back home Sunday evening. =( I know, it's a bummer!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
As the rest of the world parties and opens presents, we're packing up to go to our own winter retreat. I'm determined to have fun and be able to attend all lectures, and I'm armed with ammo to deter anything that tries to prevent me from it.
Claritin-D for allergies
Mucinex DM for night time chest congestion
Advil for these stupid torn intercostal muscles in my ribs
Visine-A for itching eyes.
New Jersey, you've got nothing on me!
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Yes! *fist pump*
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
And there's certainly no love lost between cooking and me. It's a known fact, "Ayesha hates to cook, bake, broil or steam." Give me prep jobs for 10 dishes and I'd do it happily as long as someone else is going to do the final cooking and take the credit/blame for the final result.
So it's not very often I try my incapable hands at anything that I haven't made before and even rarer does the new food turn out to be edible. Tonight was.....well, not any different haha.
I had to skim through a number of different recipes, combine what I like, eliminate non-halal steps and ingredients, and then find the ingredients that didn't use white wine, meat extracts or 4598343% cholesterol content.
Without the beef consomme (yes, I made it easier, so you don't have to google it. I know of maybe...two....no no...ONE person who probably knows what this is), the sauce wasn't as creamy as it was supposed to be. In any case, there weren't any complains (note: there weren't any compliments either), so I won't complain either.
Like I care for compliments....pffffffffft!
*I do =( *
Monday, December 21, 2009
Sunday, December 20, 2009
I got to talking to a dear relative of mine tonight on the phone. We were talking about taking a trip to Atlantic Avenue to go hijab shopping, when she admitted that she doesn't need anymore hijabs because she has four already. I asked her to repeat herself because I thought I heard she was happy with four hijabs.
Yeah. I'd heard her right the first time.
So apparently, someone in Pakistan told her that while it was good that she was beginning to wear abaya, that it would have been better if her particular abaya didn't have the decorations on it. That got her to believe that it's not hijab if you're wearing something that makes you look good.
Oh my Allah, if that is true that I'm destined to burn in hell! Astaghfirullah.
I want her to understand that it's ok to not want to look frumpy when you wear hijab and go out. Allah's ordinations and Muhammad (s.a.w)'s recommendations defined what is to be covered, how today's muslimah covers is mostly cultural. Iran uses black, Afghanistan's color was that bright sky blue, Pakistan's is often white, African muslims use solid colors, and the list goes on.
If all Muslims were to stay inside their cultural and geographical boundaries, the fashion of covering would never change from country to country. However, since Muslims DO travel so much especially seeing each other and discovering new cultures during Hajj, it is to be expected that fashions will collide and travel back with the pilgrims to their countries.
The last time I was in Pakistan, I got a few sleeve-less jilbabs tailored (because I didn't like wearing shalvar kameez), and started wearing those with long sleeved t-shirts and jeans underneathe, and a well spread out scarves. A cousin of mine then commented "if you were to stay in Pakistan for a few more weeks, everyone would start wearing the same thing."
I know this is becoming a long post, but I just can't stop having this internal discussion with myself where I know my intentions of hijab are only to wear it to please Allah subhana wata'Allah, but also that like every other action in the world, our actions when we cover come with worldly consequences.
The worldly consequences of my wearing hijab can be
a. Appearing as a sad, blank person, who can inspire other people once they begin listening to her reluctantly, or
b. A vibrant, lively person with a charisma that commands respect from the na-mehram opposite sex and inspires the sisters to believe that hijab does not mean they have to live down their personalities and for that reason they'd rather wait till their 65 years old to put on hijab.
After all, there is a reason my sister originally thought that if I put on hijab I'll never get married. And I know she's not the only one who thinks this way.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
And how could I resist an empty snowed in street?
Friday, December 18, 2009
Blah, I think this is cute; cute enough to delay putting her in the bed and take cute pictures.
Apparently, some freak of an old lady in the neighborhood thinks I'll break her neck. I seem to remember seeing many kids with their head not only hanging out of the strollers as they slept, but their parents repeatedly bonk them on door frames and random people's legs.
I saw this woman standing in her porch as I was hurrying home (Little Miss had unexpectedly fallen asleep) and just as I was thinking "Oh God, she's going to tell me I need a stroller again," she started yelling "Her head is hanging" (well, duh) "She's going to break her neck" and something like "it's cutting her neck off." After that last one I sped up more and tuned her out.
Like a friend told me yesterday, I do feel like putting out a PSA for "when sleeping toddlers nod off and knock back their heads, it's usually a sign of them being comfortable enough to zonk off and stay zonked. If they were to get uncomfortable, they'll wake up just like they wake up a zillion times during the night because their either about to pee, have peed, get thirsty, too hot, too cold...." *while the words fade into the background*
And I need to stop walking by that senile woman's house.
Thursday, December 17, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Tuesday, December 15, 2009
At the end of a hectic day, I was still able to pull off a slightly-more-palatable-than-usual dinner for the Mister tonight. Serving cracked wheat pilav, beef with green beans and salad green. For the record, the actual dinner plate looked nothing like the above. I just assembled a plate a few minutes ago to serve as a reminder that even when I'm worn down to the bone, I can still manage to put food on the table.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Armine Armine Armine!
Or so went my Facebook status the day I discovered Armine's website. I'd been aware of these 100% silk scarves but not of how artistic they were until one day I went surfing in their catalogue. I may never have made it out completely, as I kept going back practically every day to look at one particular scarf called Husna. I also loved how all the scarves were named after people names, much like baby carrier wraps are named after people (Anna, Albert, Katja, Lars etc.)
After Mr. Ozturk saw this one and agreed that this color would be such a killer on me, I applied to my dear friend C.U who was visiting Turkey, to find this one and bring it for me. Last night, she brought it over.
Here is it, according to C.U., the Mercedes of silk scarves:
Sunday, December 13, 2009
For some reason, even though I am painfully aware of the pen scribbles Little Miss has made on the wall between the computer table and TV, I had so far been oblivious of the huge patch of Crayon scribbles she made on the wall right behind the living room couch. I can imagine we never saw it as we're facing away from that wall most of the time while watching TV or just sitting around (that couch IS terribly comfortable!).
Mr. Ozturk and I had a fun conversation discussing the merits of Mr. Clean Magic Eraser for cleaning the said crayon patch. I wanted to get to it, get the Eraser and clean out the scribbles before our friends came over. He wanted me to do "research" before buying the said eraser for eight bucks. I argued there are multiple erasers in one box and we'd need more anyway because well, frankly, this is not going to be the last time Little Miss practices her art on our walls. He argued that there must be other ways less expensive to do the same purpose.
Entre eHow and the 12,000 replies to the article that basically instructed to make the artists clean the walls with a damp towel and a lot of elbow grease. Although I agreed with the suggestion and was wondering how to make a 19 month old child commit to removing her art from my walls, a reply to the article seemed like it would work.
So I grabbed our $10 Neem toothpaste tube, a dry towel and a damp towel and settled for the job.
Applying the green toothpaste direct over the Crayon marks
Be afraid Crayon scribbles, very afraid!
Scrub off with a towel.
Wipe with a damp towel, and YES! They really are gone!
I still think the Magic Eraser would have been a quicker albiet slightly more expensive solution, but this works very well in a pinch. Any house with a toddler with the tendency to run amock with a handful of crayons would find this very useful. Although, using a cheaper toothpaste might be a better idea.
Saturday, December 12, 2009
Miss's all time favorite song has to be ABC and she even waits for me to finish to applause and goes "Yaaaayyyy." We had a great hour (ok, SHE had a great hour, I was simply parched) just singing and playing with the magnetic Alphabets. They are still too small for her to manage and are put away till she's older. In the meantime, the easle will be a good place for her to sit and scribble with crayons.
Friday, December 11, 2009
It has finally happened; any sign of water in Sunnyland is beginning to freeze. The first thing that came to mind when I saw this was "what the hell are we doing outside? We should be huddling up next to our heaters at home." Just then, Little Miss squealed from the stroller wondering why we'd stopped and I remembered--she was the reason I was freezing my bones our there.
Back home and with the Miss sleeping, I began wondering yet again, about the new year and new resolutions. I still get pissed that I have no answer for people when they ask me "what do you do?" as if raising a child is a non-job. It's like a side thing...a hobby. What do you do when you're not raising your baby. Uhm, yeah. I'm aware how stupid it is, but I still I had a better answer than "I dance with her when Barney comes on."
Thursday, December 10, 2009
It was the "deceptive winter afteroon" outside today; it looks like it will be warm and sunny from inside, but the wind sets your bones on an icy fire as soon as you step out! Even Iza didn't gcare for the weather enough to insist making a stop at the playground when we went out for a stroll.
Thankfully, I had promised a friend I'd watch her toddler at our home today and she provided tons of entertainment to my bored kid.
Little Miss woke up way to early for either of her sleep deprived parents to function, yet Mr. Ozturk volunteered to accompany her to the living room where she could play and he would keep an eye on her while relaxing on the couch. Three hours later, when I woke up from my cough afflicted sleep, the house was quiet. I came out and saw both of them deep asleep. I couldn't help it and had to take a picture. This is Little Miss's classic snuggle: deep inside her Baba's arm and in his words "sticking to me like a powerful little magnet!"
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
On our first trip to the tree at Rockefeller Centre. The tree looks amazing, and the displays are to die for... Choos, Blahniks, Diors, Wangs and impossibly beautiful Delarentas graced the SaksFifth's windows. There was a creepy kids story playing along half the length of the block that was a waste of space, in my opinion. I need to take Little Miss again when she's awake so she can enjoy the lights and music.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Saturday, December 5, 2009
Plus, for anyone who is still (kudos and thank you) reading this picture blog, I do need ideas for next year's project. If you have a few seconds and an idea, do write in.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
Both she and I are under the weather this week. I had a brief bout of cold but she got down with flu. Fever and lethargy are daily routine now and the only time she doesn't whine and cry is when she's monkey-backing me. Thank God for babywearing!
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
I'll never understand why the Baby Hawk didn't work for us, yet Mr. Ozturk will refuse to carry Li'l Miss in anything other than his arms. Now, that she's getting heavier God bless her, arose the need for a more substantial carrier that will snap her in place before she even realizes that she's about to go up in a carrier! You can't escape the Bambaroo Full Buckle Delux SSC muahahaha!
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
Top to bottome: The Business of being born, documentary of homebirths; Gran Torino; Hababam Sinifi Tatilde. Books: Iraqi Child; Confessions of a Video Vixen; Soul of a Butterfly, a biography of Muhammad Ali.
This is a prime example of how my mind works in a given situations; it's borderline ADD. Last night, I scoured the library to find something light to take my mind off the last book I read, The Time Traveler's Wife, by Audrey Niffeneger. Even though the book was beautifully written and really is a new age classic, it really is hard to stop thinking about!
I needed to lighten my mood and hence was really on the lookout for something like The Nanny Diaries or Devil Wear Prada like material. Of course, my mind wandered far from the train of thought I went in with, and I came out with these.
I'm done with Video Vixen (I did say I needed to read something light), and don't want to start with Iraqi Child till later. For now, I'll probably start watching Being Born and enjoy the beauty of life today.